Self-Titled

You All Everybody

I'm not mad, I'm just tired

And it makes me sad, at least it makes me something different

I hate this place and all these guys and their fancy clothes

It doesn't seem like music at all

I'll speak the truth so you know I mean it

I'll take my time so you know I mean it

All the things I've seen just seem to me

To confirm for me my deep belief that there is a difference

This place is built of men

People who crush your hope and the things

that make you different

And my art is no art at all

My art is just bought and sold

And it makes no difference what you believe

If you don't stand up and make the difference

I know you really want to believe

You really want to but it's so much easier

to look the same and sound the same

To play the game

But I want to misbehave

And I'm not that different

We Can Remember It For You Wholesale

As we creep along

the beat from our wings keeps us humming to

the buzz of our hive's requiem

this comb will rot away and our queen is filled with eggs

cause that's just the worker instinctively feeding me

so if these beasts want something sweet

some may go down after the sting

we'll rape the nectar from the patches deep

cause if it tastes like honey!

Then it must be sweet!

We're working hard

one-hundred and fifty-four trips to shit out just a few

teaspoons of our delicious excrement!

So sing along to the queen's five-year epilogue for

the end of her breeding days

We'll regurgitate all the shit that we ate

cause if it tastes like honey!

then it must be sweet!

don't you mind the fact you're not breathing just keep

feeding the ones we'll be needing

we keep flying off but we crawl right back

cause when you're this small anything can crush you

when you're this bored anything can crush you

here's a glass when the colony is greater than death!

my blistered hands they'll soak

cause we're working hard

one-hundred and fifty-four trips to shit out just a

few teaspoons of our delicious excrement!

Badd Beat

We'll book this tour and it'll be oh so good

But we're gonna steal your guarantee

Oh steer clear

We're on a wicked path

We've got plans

Wicked plans

And it's the least we can do

Because we gotta get ours somehow

It would be too easy making 10% off the tours we book for you

So we figure we'll take as much as we can because it's not up to you

The music the bands provide brings the kids to the shows

But you know we just don't care

Because there are a lot of other bands we can use

if you don't want this tour

And the point is

Even though everyone knows we treat the bands like shit

Nobody has the guts to speak out

Because they're afraid they won't get

the tours at the end of the day

You fucking kids have gotta learn the golden rules:

1. You gotta use who you can on your way to the middle

2. You only give a favor for a favor in return

3. You get burned when you turn the other cheek

P.S. We don't believe you kids are so naive

to think that things could change

Because nothing ever changes in the real world

And we're gonna drive that message home

Because money fills the gas tank in your van

My Name Is Ozymandias

With a wink and a nod look we're all giving favors!

There's four pale pinked boys in an accountants hand

Examples must be made! Discipline must be maintained!

See, we're all a little mad here

what a joy it is to kill all my hunger in

three minutes and thirty seconds

cause at the top of the world we're all just the bottom line

someone's been shook red-handed!

Dead stage center at the shit-grin parade

beware! beware!

beware of an aging pack of men who think like cats

wow! ain't it grand to be part of the future?!

A pox on ye phony kings

and all night while you slumber you'll dream of electric sheep

For we may perish at the hands we must shake

Our bodies longing for the aches to escape

and the filth they'll accept is the filth

that I'm dragging my belly through

cause we're being drowned out in our own fucking sound

now the teenage brigade has opinions

and I can't get respect cause I'm not at the bar

now the teenage brigade has opinions

when I'm weak it is bleak and they're all capping me

with their cold metal clutch on us tightly

so get hip to recouping with youth at the bottom of a rabbit's hole!

Margaritas And Cock

You gotta bring the hope back baby

The wide-eyed belief that there's something that's

worth singing for

I've got a lot to say, I've got a lot to say

I bring the songs and I say I've got a lot to say

They are just here to sell - I came here to create

And I've got a lot to say

I've got to write these songs

I've got to sing for all the ways you love me

I've got to write these songs

So you remember that you believe in music

I'll speak the truth so you know I mean it

I'll take my time so you know I mean it

I've got to write these songs

I've got to sing for all the ways you love me

I've got to write these songs

So you remember that you believe in music

We stepped into the ring with a matador

There is no way to win

But we can try to gore the shit out of this

motherfucker and leave a scar

So he'll remember who we are now baby

So he'll remember who we are

Station 5: The Pearl

You're like an anchor tied around my ankle

But I wanna swim, but I gotta breathe

They're big fucking stars I swear to god they are

For all the money that you spend, we will earn it

Hold us all responsible, we're good for it

Got a bad bad feeling that you won't

At least now you can't say we didn't ask

Push it back push it back bring us back up front

gaining momentum now, oh?

You're falling in love!

Wait ya like it, wait ya don't?

oh wait, you like it again?

They're big fucking stars I swear to god they are

For all the money that you spend, we will earn it

Hold us all responsible, we're good for it

Got a bad bad feeling that you won't

At least now you can't say I didn't ask

Can't say I didn't ask your selves to do

anything less than trust ourselves

I guess it's clear that's not what's going on

You're like an anchor tied around my ankle

You're like a ship that passes right on by

You're like a kid on the shore that's just like

laughing and waving

and we're just waiting to die.

Shadow Of The Colossus

We're not what you think we are

We make product and place it in stores

But we're just selling our songs

See you in hell!

We'll pick you up by your ankles

and shake you down for a record or two

Til all the money is spilling out of your pockets

And any beauty we create, we will sell it

We've got your contrast, we've got your art

And you can strum as fast as you like

Can you feel it?

The hint of rot right beneath the music?

We never believed

Filthy Beasts

Consuming every little thing we get our claws around

I do subscribe to the thought that we are the dinosaurs

With pebbled skin, sharp teeth, a wicker tail and stinking breath

We are to say the least a pack of filthy beasts

All we want is dinner

We stalk the landscape in an endless search for easy prey

The days are very long but hunger keeps our sleep at bay

With hopes of finding weak or wounded that have run astray

We are to say the least a pack of filthy beasts

All we want is dinner

Just looking for a feast because we are the filthy beasts

Lots of teeth = lots of respect

And some things you can't protect

We'll fill our bellies with the things you hold dear

Looks Like The Real Thing

I can tell you're lying

It cuts through my belly

Let the dull colors spill right down to my shoes

And the children gather 'round to lap it up

and the children gather round

I am empty

Others are overfilled on what I've given up, so come on

I can tell you're lying

To them it's Technicolor

I can tell you're lying. It cuts through my belly

Lies this deck is stacked with lies

but no one knows the difference

So what's the difference? You see

we all walk on a string

If I bounce you bounce too

It's all connected

The sun carries the hanging moon from its shoulders and says

"If I don't shine, then you don't shine"

And if I fail and you succeed what does it mean

Their eyes are sunken. Come on look at them

these kids have needs

We balance on a string

When it's all over maybe then you'll see you're

blinded by your greed

Are you blinded?

Are you blinded?

I can tell you're lying

Me And Ed Loyce

The vagrant on my corner who is speaking to birds

is as crazy as the commute on their way from home to work

well hey ya'll! Let's get apocalyptic!

We need it to be just so damn apocalyptic!

We're all down to get down. Down down to get down.

If on our knees will be the lead to the top of the food chain

Let the foxes dig holes in the stations

Ain't this such a grand new dark age!

Why shouldn't they believe that their homes just an Asbury park!

In the opposing hand were bulky two inch thick

overlapping pages of white paper

Whose flawless black print in a comparison

to our chewed nails was much fucking smaller

No one around here ever seems to notice the

mountains awaiting out east

But that carrot is within reach!

That carrot is within reach!

so we've got to get down just to get down

and we keep on tracking the beast

so do you hear the tune of a thousand

trampled streets they sing me off to sleep

where I am chased by stampeding machines

only to awake to give into the chase all again

The White Mountains

The thing is we live in fear - fear of the monsters in control

Three-legged machines that haunt my dreams

Machines made of metal so cold

Could there be something to believe?

A place where we can find the refuge we need

Dwarfing the trees, the machines block out the sky

Machines fueled by ugliness and greed

Could this be something to believe?

A place where we can find the refuge that we need

A place where their long arms can't reach

Up in the mountains where we can still believe

From the heights we'll wage this war for all the things we long for

So we can think the way we like

This could be something to believe

A place where we can live the music that we breathe

Our lungs are strong as is our song

Up in the mountains where we can still believe

From the heights we'll wage this war for all the things we long for

So we can sing the way we like